I just read in a story that Barack Obama’s Secret Service codename is “Renegade” and his wife’s is “Renaissance.” Hillary Clinton’s is “Evergreen.”
I’d like to think if I had a Secret Service detail, they’d call me “Thunderbird.”
But I have a feeling, in reality, it would probably be “The Cheeseburger.”
“Cheeseburger’s on the move! Cheeseburger’s on the move!”
I have a sneaking suspicion it would be something small and cute.
Like Cupcake. Or maybe Kitten.
Just because I know my luck works like that… it would HAVE to be something that would case me to cringe in agony every time I heard it.
Shecky.
No, Nipsy. Definately Nipsy.
That would be awesome!
Who knows… probably Rutabaga.
Megaman. Hell yes. I’d make them call me Megaman.
…and the Secret Service MUST equip me with an arm blaster.
“Twickster” is good enough for the Dope, and it’s good enough for the Secret Service.
Dollop.
Bob.
Turd Ferguson.
With my luck, my code name would be “Shoot on sight”
I dunno, I kinda’ like Sunrazor. Majestic, yet dorky.
Okay, just dorky. Still fits.
The Package
Doesn’t it kind of defeat the purpose of a codename if they tell it to the press?
I work for a brokerage firm. I bet it would be “Gecko” after the Gordon Gecko character in Wall Street.
'Tard.
Probably something along the line of “Uh…whatsisname, that guy we’re supposed to be guarding”.
I like the sound of “green bean”
Cobra Commander
McLovin.
Long Duk Dong.